Dennis DeYoung - Summertime lyrics

Summertime, and the living is easy The fish are jumping, the cotton is high Your daddy's rich, your mama's good looking I said, hush, little baby, don't you cry One of these mornings, you're bound to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings, and take to the sky But until that morning, nothing's going to harm you, no With your daddy and mama standing by